An occasionally comforting thought to me is the way that nature with its laws goes on doing what it will in spite of the changes wrought (or attempted to be) by human hands. See how golden and, well, fallen the big leaves on this small beginner bonsai gingko tree are? Unlike their midsize street counterparts … Continue reading Rising over the …. wildfires?
Fall tends to start off, for me, with a sense of glory. Flaming leaves to look forward to. Bright pumpkins, fresh roasted chili, people seeming to draw closer together as the days grown shorter and cooler. By mid-ish November things are turning more bittersweet, generally, for me. I start feeling cooped up, hemmed in, pushed … Continue reading Trees and Shuffle Puffling
This is the second installment about Roadrunners in the desert west. The season this time is fall In our early years in unincorporated county south of Albuquerque one roadrunner frequently enjoyed a sunbath atop the shed in the corner of the weedy paddock. Lizards, horned toads, garter snakes and grasshoppers abounded below in the days … Continue reading Roadrunner seasons: Fall
Thursday was a fine Red Flag Warning day as I set out for the market in my upscale Permobil C-300 wheelchair. Humidity 6%, wind increasing towards a steady 25 mph, sun flickering in and out of high, thin clouds. How was I to know that the expedition was about to bring me harshly to something … Continue reading When the dreaded thing interrupts
This afternoon’s outdoor MOE session involved the passage of delicate, transient things in life, reasons for their indestructibility despite their fragility — all accompanied by a duet performed by two dogs in a nearby yard. If I had to guess I would suspect that neither dog had been “fixed”, that one was a male (who … Continue reading My MOE to Einstein’s TOE
Before going outside this very warm, brilliantly blue afternoon I looked at photos of an Achemon month. The creature emerged from its chrysalis near some wooden dowels in the courtyard of my previous home. Creeping up the dowels, it clung for several hours, pumping up its wings. Eventually they measured nearly four inches across. It, … Continue reading Fluttery Buttery
All but spirit Doves fly high in clouds like fond hopes from us … and dogs living in stardust ...Two collared doves sat in the tree Opus the Birdwatcher scrutinizes in the top photo. You can see one above the roof (right side of branch), while the other was behind a thick branch, with only … Continue reading All but spirit
Seasons may go round and round forever as trees remain themselves, handling natural and man-made conditions as they come. Sliding in and out of sunshine and snow times, holding their branches up for birds and saws alike, to nourish with fruit, nuts or sap, shelter, offer fuel and building material. Growing up where there were … Continue reading Light blesses the trees in their seasons
Whenever I go through the door looking for poop That’s what I find — the dogs have provided plenty. Should I pass through seeking a rainbow I may not find one, but I will enjoy the search, finding little things not otherwise seen, like leaf buds swelling. Through today’s door I was … Continue reading Seek and find… The Blessing Way
Images from each season of the year we have just passed through...